Poetry by Rowan Evans

In Kanto’s mist, where shadows blend,
Two young trainers tread the twilight’s end, 
Their journey starts where Viridian trees bend, 
In a world where innocence will suspend. 

Through Pallet Town’s silent dusk, they roam,
Past the burnt remnants of Professor Oak’s tome, 
Gripped by fear, the world seems to groan, 
As dark secrets stir in a land once known. 

From the depths of Cerulean’s haunted waters,
To Lavender’s cryptic, spectral borders, 
Where ghosts whisper tales of a night’s disorder, 
And sinister plots lie beyond the border. 

In Johto’s cold, where the night turns pale,
They face the horrors of Team Rocket’s tale, 
Giovanni’s schemes, his iron-clad veil, 
Of world domination that will never derail. 

Goldenrod’s darkness, a cacophony of dread,
Where Team Rocket’s fires have scorched the bread, 
And trainers who once fought with valor and stead, 
Now lie in ruin, their dreams dead. 

In Hoenn’s swamps, where the rain meets the dark,
Team Aqua’s waves and Team Magma’s spark, 
Stir chaos where ancient forces embark, 
To unleash a flood, a cataclysmic mark. 

The sea’s cold kiss, the magma’s flame,
In a world where Pokémon bear the blame, 
For mankind’s greed and hunger for fame, 
The balance shattered in this cruel game. 

Sinnoh’s icy grip, where the shadows creep,
Underneath the celestial skies so deep, 
Cyrus’s vision, a void so steep, 
Where the cosmos mourns and secrets sleep. 

Distortion’s fold, where Arceus weeps,
And legends old, in darkness, keep, 
Their ancient sorrow, in the night, they seep, 
As the world’s foundations begin to weep. 

In Unova’s cities, where the neon blinds,
Team Plasma’s echoes, their cruel designs, 
A revolution’s taste, a bitter wine, 
Where power corrupts and the stars align. 

From the Ghetsis cries, to N’s broken heart,
They traverse a land torn apart, 
Searching for truth where shadows start, 
In a world where hope seems to depart. 

Kalos’s grandeur, masked by deceit,
Where Lysandre’s fire scorches the elite, 
A world of beauty, now grim and beat, 
As the ultimate weapon rises to meet. 

The war of ideals, the battle for fate,
In a land where despair resonates, 
And Xerneas’s light, a hope innate, 
Guides them through the darkness of hate. 

In Alola’s paradise, the night turns grim,
Where Team Skull’s laughter is dark and thin, 
And the Ultra Beasts, from realms within, 
Prey on the souls, lost in their sin. 

Across the regions, through fog and mire,
From Kanto’s dawn to Alola’s pyre, 
The journey is long, fueled by ire, 
In a world where shadows and legends conspire. 

The trainers march, their hearts entwined,
Facing terror that shadows bind, 
In a world where darkness and light are blind, 
Their destinies forever intertwined. 

For in the world of Pokémon, the edge is near,
Where the cries of legends and villains sear, 
And amidst the chaos, they fight with fear, 
On the brink of oblivion, their path is clear.